Busta Rhymes - To My People lyrics

Chorus Ya don't stop To my people in the front Ya don't stop To my people in the rear Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people on the left Ya don't stop To my people on the right Ya don't stop To my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in new york Ya don't stop To my people down south Ya don't stop To my people out west Say what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop n***as Ya don't stop To my n***as in the street Ya don't stop To my n***as gettin money Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop [spliff star] Uh, straight off the bat My squad is known across the map When y'all n***as show love then we show you love back Y'all n***as want beef f** it take it to the streets Y'all n***as gon chill Then we sit down and we build My squad finally here Unit of the year We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it We stage wreckers Fifty-two car deckers Reppin to the world till the law come and get us You jealous fellas I'm puttin holes in vendettas Twist your body With two shells from a shottie pow! [baby sham] n***as wanna get me touched (naw they cant touch you) Shinin and flossin too much (naw they can't cross you) Light on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot co*k block my life Add a little spice Devil eyes snake rise on dice Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for mics All my sh** be high priced I'm slashing dikes Feel me Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly Shift two keys in two weeks And gross forty g's Report me And live shortly Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze You wanna get involved Better grip on tight Take the next flight We got it locked on the next bike [rampage] Check it out I got the eye of a tiger That's plan to go higher My squad is on fire And till d**h do us If the label wanna sue us Yo i'm taking the reels I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel I'm the one next to spliff when it's time to ill I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields Watch us make a move Catch us on smokin groove Rules house of blues Mtv news On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco) Takin flicks Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen) Keep a shot runnin Now i'm on a journey It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me) If you want beef call my attorney All that other wack sh** don't concern me I'm being felt I got a title under my belt I'm out to get the wealth I'm bout my squad and myself Chorus [rah digga] Uhh Comin correct for all my flipmode brothers Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers Peace to my outz clique b**hes that i bounce with Everybody else get the gas like auschwitz Like, flows for real like a rap b**h should Type takin n***as out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman What, i'm the bomb b**h n***a rah D-i-g got rah God be my Witness Long as i walk this globe I be spittin more verses than the book of job [busta rhymes] Why are you ignoring us Running into hiding and avoiding us n***as on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your sh** sound wack still annoying us We alive n***a aint no destroying us You better off if you come join with us Perpendicular Or an*lyzing my whole molecular In particular Roll with my squad or go singular I aint into b**hes who f** animals like caligula More hot sh** so get your water sprinkler Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister C'mon! Never mistake me for nobody else Another blast make you sh** on yourself I hope all y'all know that i always master the art Rip you apart Put your hand on my heart Flipmode number one on the charts Solo or collective My perspective the objective Is to win All praises due to my squad one in the same Cherish every blessing i have to make y'all witness my name Burn another calorie Come inside my galaxy Put your money where your mouth is double your salary Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude Bust your sh** bouncin in a honda prelude Let's g off n***a ease off I make you breeze off Brickfull make you rip your jeans off Chorus